The Kids

I'm working on my funk... thanks everyone for your sweet words!

Sasquatch Puppykins, as she is affectionately called, has gained some weight. I tried to take a picture, but she's so dark you can't really tell. Since we got a gym membership we don't run with her but maybe once a week anymore. We also give her people food all the time. Yes, we're those people, but we've officially cut her off and she is P-I-issed. Last night she actually stole food from Blythe. So she's adjusting, goes back and forth between mad at us and pouty.

Our other baby, Blythe, has found her voice... and the volume seems to be stuck on LOUD. She's figuring out how to make her voice really high-pitched and screaming. She can make it really low, but it is always LOUD. She's loud. Her laugh, cracks me up everytime I hear it. It's more of a guffaw with a squeak at the end. It's so deep it doesn't seem to fit her until she squeaks at the end. It is greatness.

Funk

I'm in a funk. I have chosen not to write about the myriad of things that come to mind right now so I won't depress all of you.

You're welcome

Dancing with Daddy

Such is Life

Everytime I turn around I feel like at least 2 weeks have gone by, but here's some random stuff...
Monday morning some troops left for overseas from Wylie (where my parents live) and we went out to see them off. This was a cute little bunch. I will say as the boys rolled by there wasn't a dry eye on the street and my mom kept mocking me for not bringing sunglasses to hide my tears, but since everyone was crying I didn't feel like such a dork. God Bless our Troops!
This I just think is funny...

Sleepy sweet potato face...
The latest thing is to pull up on things and then pull everything down within reach. My shoes seem to be fun for this activity, which is why the closet door is always closed now.


The magazine rack is another favorite and I pick up all the magazines at least once a day.
She's getting pretty good at falling... meaning not straight back so that everytime I think she's cracked her skull. She now falls onto her bumper (shout out to you Kanakuk kids!) and as long as it is quickly followed by a round of applause doesn't get upset about it (thanks for that idea, Erin!). I promise she is my child even though she looks just like her daddy.
Caleb's new job is going pretty good although our little house is feeling quite small lately. We're looking into ways to fix that, we'll keep you posted.

That's about it... welcome back to Texas Ben and Alli!!

Caleb's First Day

Today was Caleb's first day of working from home. His computer didn't arrive until early this afternoon, so he didn't have a lot going on this morning. As it turns out, the problem was not me talking to him, but him talking to me. Apparently, me and B have a bit of a routine going on and he threw wrench into our morning. It was nice having another pair of hands with the baby, but then she took a nap and, as you moms out there know, this is when you get stuff done. Unfortunately, this is when Caleb being here became a problem. As I was trying to do things he was just underfoot. Talking to me with this big goofy grin on his face, following me around chattin' it up, and I'm not a big talker to begin with. Since B's nap is usually when I get to be by myself I did not appreciate the company. It is under these circumstances that this morning at about 10:30 I uttered the words, "If you don't stop talking to me, I'm going to have to kill you."

Unproduced Music is Better

Things Said in my House Tonight

I like music... it makes life happy.

Have you ever heard Yo Yo Ma play Bach's cello solos?
Say Yo Yo Ma again.
It will change your life.

Then Panic at the Disco played "Take a Load off Annie."
And all in the house smiled.